Chapter Seven
"Parvati what happened to you? Here, drink this!" an urgent voice pleaded somewhere near me, suddenly I felt someone pry open my mouth and tip a bitter liquid down my throat.
My throat stung intolerably after I had finally drank ever last drop that was forced-fed into me, it felt like my body wasn't there, it was that numb. Cracking my eyes open slightly, I managed to see a shadowy figure leaning over me, I was cradled in his arms as he continually kept on wrapping bandages around my bruised stomach.
I opened my mouth to speak but was met with one of his forefingers, I was meant to say 'who are you?' but all that slipped from my mouth was a few incoherent words.
"Tell me who did this and I'll kill them Parvati, I really will…" he angrily murmured, his finger lingering on my lips.
"Don't." I gasped bluntly. I didn't want my parents to find out that I had told someone about this, they would do more than just 'punish' me then.
I couldn't help it, tears burst forth, dribbling down my cheeks at the prospect of my parents damaging me more than just a burning leather whip.
The snarling wind snapped at my bare skin in the rips of my blue jeans and red tank top, my black jacket had been removed during the mauling and torture session. I shivered violently but sweat broke out on my forehead and back.
"Why shouldn't I? Someone like Dumbledore aught to bloody know who did this. Please tell me…"
My body, now being revived properly, wasn't numb like the last few minutes, now the pain had come. The voice faded in and out, just like an old radio stuck in static, as I slipped just like before, onto the fine line between consciousness and unconsciousness. I knew I had lost too much blood; my cuts this time were deeper than ever, my bruises now shaded into a violent shade of bluish-purple and stung like I still was being licked by the flames.
And with that I slowly dropped off that line, falling further into a shadowy nothingness.
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There was blood everywhere.
On the ground it was spattered over the dirt and mud like tiny droplets of rain, it was dry and shattered, like blood red glass broken into millions of pieces. My jade green shirt and casual black jeans were both absorbing the blood and dirt that rubbed off the pale girl that lay in my arms.
I cradled her gently, wrapping her deep wounds with the bandages that were in Parvati's bag. It was like she knew this was going to happen to her, when I found her, she had almost reached her black backpack filled with medical supplies. Parvati's silky black hair was spread out and messily framed her tear-streaked face and I finally noticed a large smear of mud across her face, from her ear to her jaw line.
Suddenly, glancing again at the pulp of Parvati, I had an impulsive wave of nausea, I even felt my breakfast and last nights dinner at the back of my throat again, but this time it had been already digested.
Shifting away from the catalyst of my queasiness, I regurgitated it all up, the bitter taste smarted my throat, tongue and lips, after wiping away the leftovers on my mouth I eventually returned to Parvati.
I wiped away the streaks off fallen tears and the smeared grime off her tired, gaunt face as she restlessly stirred again, fluttering her eyelids open, revealing her glowing orbs. They seemed unfocused and vague, my heart quickened and I mentally slapped myself.
I am meant to help her now; she needs me now to tend to her wounds not look into her eyes!
But you wanted to, didn't you? You didn't get much of a chance at the Yule Ball as well…
Quiet!
"Don't tell anyone, nobody…" the words escaped from Parvati's lips in a feathery whisper.
"But-" I began, before being cut off.
"Please. Please do not let anybody know about this, not Dumbledore, not McGonagall, not even Harry…"
The words shocked me to my core; didn't she know that I was and still is Harry?
She's still dazed and dizzy, that's all…
But Parvati doesn't know, what happens if she thinks somebody else helped her and then she leaves me for him?
Parvati Patil wasn't with you to begin with…
"I won't. I promise. Can you get back to school by yourself or do you need help?" I inquired bluntly, staring down at the now sitting girl before me.
If she doesn't know it is me, then I won't tell her…
"Ye- yes I th-think s-s-so…C-can y-y-you just help-p me-e up?" she mumbled dolefully, collecting the excess bandages and vials to place into her midnight black backpack.
"Okay Parvati, I won't tell Dumbledore, McGonagall or even Harry…" I replied, lifting the frail girl up onto her feet and hiding my face in the shadows.
"Thank you, can I just ask you something?" Parvati asked, her eyes trying to find my face in the dimmed sunlight rays.
"Like you said before, you already did Parvati, you already did." I muttered just loud enough for her to hear.
This time she remained silent, just like our surroundings, I had never felt as helpless before, watching her quietly exiting onto the busy Hogmeade's street and making her way back to Hogwarts. She pulled on her jacket, repaired the torn and tattered material as she glanced back into the alley before disappearing into the large stream of students that were making their own way back to our school.
I waited for a few minutes before strolling casually out of the backstreet, joining the crowds on the edges as I continued to ponder on why someone would want to hurt the fair lady of Gryffindor.
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…………………………. PARVATI'S P.O.V……………………………………………………………..
I reached the Gryffindor Tower just in time, it was five o'clock and I felt like I was going to die of exhaustion. What's worse is that the Fat Lady never liked me, so she stalled when opening the portrait at my demand. The pain had gradually faded but the marks were still there, tears caressed openly down my face and my thoughts ran wild.
I couldn't think properly, so I raced up to my room, collected pajamas and accessories before running into the bathroom for a serious chat with Dani, the mirror.
"Oh why hello dear. It is very nice to see you again; well I knew I would eventually see you again with the whole 'bathing' hygiene thing… How are you today?" Dani spoke as soon as I entered the room with a slamming door behind me.
"Dani, I'm alright but can I just tell you something?"
"What ever you like honey, us mirrors are sworn to secrecy, we can't even tell Dumbledore what is happening for example I can't even tell him about any secrets that I 'accidentally' overhear…" Dani wheezed, assuring her secret keeping ability.
"Well when I got beaten today because I hadn't gone to Dumbledore yet and begged him to change houses, My Angel came, he actually came." I whispered, climbing into the bathtub filled with Peaches and Cream bubbles.
"Who dear? I'm sorry but I thought you said your Angel came…" the mirror inquired, obviously in disbelief.
"Yes, you heard right Dani; My Angel did come and probably saved my life." I scorned coldly, if she didn't believe me then I won't tell her.
"Oh okay honey, go on…" she bubbled, eager for more.
"My angel did actually come…but this all seems so unreal…" I mumbled, still in shock that someone, actually bothered to help a complete idiot.
"I wonder who he is." Dani thought out loud, attracting my attention.
"Someone who over heard Harry and I talking in Herbology obviously…" I replied thoughtfully, sinking deeper into the bubbly mass of warm soothing water.
"Why is that may I ask?" the mirror inquired, the bathroom lights reflecting of its face.
"Because when Harry asked to ask me something I said ' You already did Harry…' and so he must have eavesdropped on Harry and my conversation!" I angrily concluded.
"Maybe it's actually Harry…" Dani answered calmly, her slightly wheezy voice started to sound very annoying, just like Hermione's did when she was bossing people around.
But Hermione was just stressed out; she's not that bad once you talked to her one-on-one now was she?
Alright, back to the point anyway!
"No it couldn't be… he doesn't care about me, Harry was only curious about my…wounds, that's all." I quickly denied, because it's palpable that it's untrue.
"But only curiosity honey? I doubt it, unless he has some pretty serious 'curiosity issues', which he obviously doesn't…"
"But Harry doesn't like me in that way, nor do I like him in that way." I sighed, I felt like I was lying to myself, but I wasn't. Was I?
"Oh okay…you're so in denial dear that it is very amusing listening to your babble on how you don't like this guy. Just give in to fate honey, accept your little crush and move in for the taking." Dani laughed heartedly, adding more fuel to my anger, confusion and utmost frustration.
"I have no fate." I hissed, pulling myself out of the bathtub, letting the water drain down the pipe and getting ready for a long restless sleep ahead of me.
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AUTHOR'S NOTES!
Hey sorry guys/ girls for not writing anything on any other chapters but yeah, thanks for reviewing heaps (16 only though) Keep on reviewing please!!! Your feedback does count, trust me on this one. Umm, what else to say? Oh yeah please read my friends Harry/Parvati stories too, her pen name is: nostalgiafallen so please read and review that one… Also if you kind of like Draco… read 'Draco's Massacre' and 'You Never Know' Thanks again my faithful reviewers also another author to be on the watch for is my beta's fan fictions! They're truly great! Her pen name is Second-Hand Heart. If you want more chapters review and I'll download more onto fan fiction if you do not review…no chapters!
Be on the lookout for another story of mine that I'm putting up soon it's called 'How Snape got his greasy hair' …
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